John cracked his thick meaty neck and wiped his brow. not that it mattered as his body was dripping with sweat, shining like a bronzed got, his body unleashing a torrent of fairly fucking pleasant pheromones which would make even the coldest bitch turn his way (too bad he didn;t give a FUCK about them)."What's your problem idiot?

I don't think anyone should be killed. If you all (after years of being separated from Song of the South world, Brer Hedgehogs niggerspeak is almost gone) all fighting we will not be able to defeat the heartless if we keep fighting. Sometimes, maybe even the HEARTLESS could be turned to help us kill the heartless?

John laughed, "Ha. Don't fucking make me laugh," he said with a chuckle. "Listen fagboy. Suck my fucking cock. Those people, and yes I do mean those people, sure as shit can't be reasoned with." He snorted, "Are you a pony lover too?" he asked in an angry way.

"Yes, the black heartless can't be reasoned with. What's your point you whiny little gook?" John smirked because he actually knew this little chimp was talking about africans. His joke was a bit to dry for one like this though and he frowned as well because god people are fucking dumb

George laughed. "Reality is almost as cold of a bitch as you are Pigelina." He approached her, hand on the hilt of Comdom's Bane. "But the real problem here isn't my words. It's you." He her sized her up, "You gonna leave peacefully, or am I going to have to make you?"